CHAPTER TEN
Bait’s throat burned as he gasped for air, but he paid little attention to that because he was staring, with a sense of dread, at the approaching Neo-Visionists. He looked at Switch and Stinger and said, “There’s no way we can beat those guys. We have to run. Now.”
Just as Bait said that, however, two of the Neo-Visionists flew over their heads and landed behind them in front of the curtain. The two Neo-Visionists shared a foul grin together, forming an effective wall to keep Bait and the others from escaping.
“Well, that idea certainly died quickly,” said Switch, who was grasping her bleeding right wrist. “I suppose we could still try to fly through the ceiling.”
Stinger stood up, shaking his head. “No. My wings still work, but there’s no way I could carry all three of us
